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Many of us have fallen for James Jackson Toth's cracked Americana as seen through dirty sun-baked glass and it's hardly surprising, he offers an oasis in a land of polished perfection, a little bit of unpredictable immediacy in a music scene which tends to favour labour and overwork.
All becomes clear on hearing the album's opening track - 'Crucifixion, Pt.II', this is not beautiful music, this is the soundtrack to a mescaline fuelled road trip through the lonely deserts of Mid-West
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Intro: E
E
Wake up, go and see the Bleeder
F#
And the lady made him leeches, that's his bride
E
They'll pull those yipping dogs from within you
F#
Like wailers cleaning monsters from inside
G F# E
How long, will Wand, be gone?
E
Thirsty, so are all the skeeters
F#
I forget how everybody can recall
E
And I forget the purgin' and the screamin'
F#
It's milk over matter after all
G F# E
How long, will Wand, be gone?
Guitarsolo, rhytmn: E, F#, E, F#
G F# E
How long, will Wand, be gone?
E
Wake up, go and see the Bleeder
F#
And the lady made him leeches, that's his bride
E
They'll pull those yipping dogs from within you
F#
Like wailers cleaning monsters from inside
G F# E
How long, will Wand, be gone?
E
Thirsty, so are all the skeeters
F#
I forget how everybody can recall
E
And I forget the purgin' and the screamin'
F#
It's milk over matter after all
G F# E
How long, will Wand, be gone?
Guitarsolo, rhytmn: E, F#, E, F#
G F# E
How long, will Wand, be gone?
Woodpigeon
Woods
Woods of Birnam
Woods of Ypres
Woody Paul